Friday 3rd August 2007. Leg 5: East Nowheresville (Map Ref 533245) to Oswestry
Just the three of us now. Jacky dropped Georgina and me on the B4521 near Three Ashes (further East than the A466, but an equivalent distance from the campsite to the previous leg’s pick up point). This smacks vaguely of cheating, but in the scheme of things we justified it as a minor route adjustment.
On the road by 09:45, and rolling into Hereford where we espied the van in the local ASDA car park. Toilet stop and a “Fancy meeting you here!” to Jacky, and we continued onward.
Arriving in Canon’s Pyon for a lunch-stop at 12:00, we flagged down a passing motorhome, driven by Jacky no less. Another turn up for the books. So we had the folding chairs out.
Cloud cover increasing slightly and a slight tail-wind help.
We get a text from Jacky recommending the visitor’s centre at Craven Arms, so we head for that. Fentiman’s Ginger Ale and chocolate cake for me, and Fentiman’s very bitter lemonade and crisps for Georgina. We leave at 16:25, refreshed.
Georgina went into panic when she saw a sign near Shrewsbury saying “Oswestry 17 miles”. I tried to set her mind at rest by explaining campsite was some miles this side of Oz.
Some yobs started questioning (in fluent Anglo-Saxon) our right to be on the road. We didn’t engage in the argument as any words would have been lost in the noise of their exhaust. I drive, I pay road tax, ergo I have as much right to be on the road as they do. I merely choose to cycle. Now if they’d questioned our sanity, then they would have had a point.
Arrived at the campsite 19:50
Summary of the day: smoother road surfaces, tail wind, easier terrain, good run. Result!
Songs of the day: “You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille” Kenny Rogers. (I draw a veil over this one, but suffice it to say that dock leaves make very good toilet paper).
“You gotta roll with it” Oasis. Mind-numbing stuff. Just wish I could numb my bum, which is “all too much for me to take”.
Speaking of saddle soreness, every night of late, Georgina has managed a chapter of the new Harry Potter: “Harry Potter and the Pelvic Gallows” in which Bumblebone is impaled on the Anvil of Anguish. “Excruciatus!”
Distance covered: 73.5 miles
Moving time: 07:14
Average speed: 10.2 mph
Maximum speed: 29.1 mph.
Just the three of us now. Jacky dropped Georgina and me on the B4521 near Three Ashes (further East than the A466, but an equivalent distance from the campsite to the previous leg’s pick up point). This smacks vaguely of cheating, but in the scheme of things we justified it as a minor route adjustment.
On the road by 09:45, and rolling into Hereford where we espied the van in the local ASDA car park. Toilet stop and a “Fancy meeting you here!” to Jacky, and we continued onward.
Arriving in Canon’s Pyon for a lunch-stop at 12:00, we flagged down a passing motorhome, driven by Jacky no less. Another turn up for the books. So we had the folding chairs out.
Cloud cover increasing slightly and a slight tail-wind help.
We get a text from Jacky recommending the visitor’s centre at Craven Arms, so we head for that. Fentiman’s Ginger Ale and chocolate cake for me, and Fentiman’s very bitter lemonade and crisps for Georgina. We leave at 16:25, refreshed.
Georgina went into panic when she saw a sign near Shrewsbury saying “Oswestry 17 miles”. I tried to set her mind at rest by explaining campsite was some miles this side of Oz.
Some yobs started questioning (in fluent Anglo-Saxon) our right to be on the road. We didn’t engage in the argument as any words would have been lost in the noise of their exhaust. I drive, I pay road tax, ergo I have as much right to be on the road as they do. I merely choose to cycle. Now if they’d questioned our sanity, then they would have had a point.
Arrived at the campsite 19:50
Summary of the day: smoother road surfaces, tail wind, easier terrain, good run. Result!
Songs of the day: “You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille” Kenny Rogers. (I draw a veil over this one, but suffice it to say that dock leaves make very good toilet paper).
“You gotta roll with it” Oasis. Mind-numbing stuff. Just wish I could numb my bum, which is “all too much for me to take”.
Speaking of saddle soreness, every night of late, Georgina has managed a chapter of the new Harry Potter: “Harry Potter and the Pelvic Gallows” in which Bumblebone is impaled on the Anvil of Anguish. “Excruciatus!”
Distance covered: 73.5 miles
Moving time: 07:14
Average speed: 10.2 mph
Maximum speed: 29.1 mph.
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